At the Hospital Again

Sujata thought about that man for a few days after the appointment too. His name was P. C Mitter, he was 87 right now, so must be young during the 60s-70s, was tall, lived in Kolkata, and seemed unusually observant. It all matched to her crazy thought...

Sujata had specifically been to Rajani Sen road soon after arriving in Kolkata for college, just for reference of her favourite book-hero...and....erm, childhood crush... THE Felu Mitter! Being a fan of detective stories herself since childhood, she had read the whole feluda series in english again and again, so much that she actually learnt writing in the greek script from a book, and wrote 'secret' stuff in 'greek' in her diary for a lot of years.

Feluda was the first ever 'perfect' bachelor man she got to know of, and so he was her constant crush since the age of 13! She never moved on from Feluda, because she never met any guy in reality that was better than him (Not her fault that the guys around were so boring!).

Anyways, the books were all 'fiction', so she had no hopes of meeting him in real life. But this man was really close to fit in the character description.... Anyways, Sujata pushed those thoughts away because she knew there might be a lakh Mitters, Mukherjees and Chaterjees just in Kolkata, so it wouldn't be a surprise to find some P. C Mitter at the hospital!

So, this P. C Mitter came back to the hospital for his reports a week later, with the same man. Sujata suspected the man to be his son or some servant by now, and she heard Mr. Mitter call him Naren. 

Sujata called in Dr. Ghosh, and he discussed the report with Mr. Mitter. His lungs had turned really weak, and he had to take some extra pills and treatment for it. "Not more pills, Ghosh Babu, I'll just die because of an overdose of these medicines one day!" And it was true. The fact that this man still could stand on his feet and walk with a stick  even at an age like 87 was an achievement in itself, but he still had a lot of health issues that could not be avoided in his old age.

Dr Ghosh prescribed him some medicines and asked him to come for a feedback the next week. He didn't look happy with prescription of a new set of pills, but thanked Dr Ghosh  nonetheless. As Mr Mitter left with Naren, Sujata looked at Dr. Ghosh. 

"Sir, would those medications really make any significant difference?"

Dr. Ghosh smiled. "Not really. He's at an age where we can only try to lessen the pain until he dies, not cure him."

Dr. Ghosh gave some more instructions and left the room. Somehow Sujata felt sad by the thought of this man on the verge of dying. However old and withered his body was, his mind surely didn't seem that old. 

The next few days went by normally, until Dr. Ghosh got a call in the middle of the night.

"Hallo, Doctor Ghoshbabu, this is Naren from Mitter Bungalow, 21, Rajani Sen road. Mi-Mitter Babu fell down... He's really hurt.... We need an ambulance..." The voice sounded considerably frightened. 

Dr Ghosh told Naren not to worry and called the hospital. An ambulance was sent, and Dr. Ghosh hurried into the hospital, wondering  what exactly might have happened.